The man sat at the bar, staring into his drink. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the only thing that seemed to calm his nerves. He felt like a fraud. The suit was just a mask to hide his insecurities, a way to project an image of confidence and success to the world. He couldn't help but think about all he had missed out on. He had never loved anyone and had never been loved in return. He'd spent his life working in accounting and had never taken the chance to put himself out there.